POV: Evans Wilson

I watched the needle slide into Nancy's arm, and something inside me snapped.

I stopped struggling against the guards. I stopped pleading. Instead, I looked directly at Valarie and said, very calmly, "Marcus, execute protocol seven."

Valarie's smile faltered. "What?"

I repeated myself, louder this time. "Marcus, execute protocol seven. Now."

There was a moment of confused silence. Then my phone buzzed in my pocket. Once, twice, three times. Message sent.

"What did you just do?" Valarie demanded, her face going pale.

Dr. Frost looked up from the chamber, her hand still holding the syringe. "What is protocol seven?"

I smiled, but there was no warmth in...